For a fact king von lyrics

For A Fact – SimxSantana (Feat. King Von) Lyrics, Letra:
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang Do what you do, swag how you swag, move how you move, We ain’t on shit if you ain’t on shit But if you on shit then we on shit Stick and I move, slide, (uh)
Bro put that bitch in rewind, hit em’ up Then we put that bitch back in drive (back in drive)
Bro serve his slices, no pies (no pies)

Cuz I’m not your slatt nor your slime (at all)
Young savage, i’m reppin’ the 9 (the 9)
You cannot step with the guys (with da guys)
Try to step, leave yo ass in the sky (in the sky)
I like to flex when I’m fried (fried)
Try to flex and your ass gon’ get robbed
(gon’ get robbed)
Keep a strap, I ain’t ready to die Neva lack, I’ma let that bitch fly (fly)
And he talk like that man gonna ride (ride) And I know for a fact that he not (he not)

And I know for a fact that he lied (he lied)

Just know for a fact, I’m gon’ slide (slide) Gang, uh Red dot, I hit that hoe in a headlock (headlock)
I fucked that bitch, make the bed rock (bed rock)
Bitch, I’m big dog but no sandlot
Bro shoot when I give ‘em the head nod
Put that lil’ boy to rest like it’s bedtime
Hit his foot, let’s play ball, red sox
Send her home, tell that bitch to kick big rocks,
uh
Chosted, high off the gas, I’m still focused
Skinny nigga, big guns I be toting Try to run up, just know Ima throw it
Put my clip in her mouth and she blow it Like a candle I swear she be throating Gang high off the pack and we roasted (and we roasted)
He want smoke, I told Gotti to ghost him Gang, uh Cookin’, she on dick cause she say I’m good lookin’ (good lookin’)
And it cost like 10 racks for the bookin’ (bookin’)

Pre-Chrous: SimxSantana

: If you don’t want no smoke then don’t push it (then don’t push it)
If you don’t want no smoke then don’t push it (then don’t push it)
If you don’t want no smoke then don’t push it (then don’t push it)
Gang, gang, gang, uh If you don’t want no smoke then don’t push it
Stick and I move, slide, (uh) Bro put that bitch in rewind, hit em’ up
Then we put that bitch back in drive Bro serve his slices, no pies (no pies)
Cuz I’m not your slatt nor your slime (at all) Young savage, i’m reppin’ the 9 (the 9)
You cannot step with the guys (with da guys)
Try to step, leave yo ass in the sky (in the sky)
I like to flex when I’m fried (fried) Try to flex and your ass gon’ get robbed (gon’ get robbed)
Keep a strap, I ain’t ready to die Neva lack, I’ma let that bitch fly (fly)
And he talk like that man gonna ride (ride) And I know for a fact that he not (he not) And I know for a fact that he lied (he lied) Just know for a fact, I’m gon’ slide (slide) Boom, Boom, Von (Gang, uh)
Dead opps, all my bodies be headshots (boom)
We drop an ace in the twist got the feds hot (what)
You actin’ tough wanna tweet, see these red dots (yeah)
My hollows be twistin’ up dreadlocks (yeah yeah)
Caught that boy right by that bus, this his last stop (huh what)
Play gangsta’ but come into court, now I’m fed up (damn)
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, pick your mans up Gang Boy I’m not your gang or your homie (nah)
I did too much, I keep it on me (I keep it on me)
Catch me in the war, and I still be with Tony He was fat, he got hit, and now that nigga boney Boom, boom, damn I don’t get stuck in no jams (nah)
I’m a savage, I am what I am (I am)
Kill some niggas I do it again (I would)
Just be happy that you was not them Boom, Von Stick and I move, slide, (uh)
Bro put that bitch in rewind, hit em’ up Then we put that bitch back in drive Bro serve his slices, no pies (no pies)
Cuz I’m not your slatt nor your slime (at all) Young savage, i’m reppin’ the 9 (the 9)
You cannot step with the guys (with da guys)
Try to step, leave yo ass in the sky (in the sky)
I like to flex when I’m fried (fried) Try to flex and your ass gon’ get robbed (gon’ get robbed)
Keep a strap, I ain’t ready to die Neva lack, I’ma let that bitch fly (fly)
And he talk like that man gonna ride (ride) And I know for a fact that he not (he not) And I know for a fact that he lied (he lied) Just know for a fact, I’m gon’ slide (slide) Gang, uh
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simxsantana ft king von

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Lyrics
Tuh, gang
Gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang, gang (Tommy Franco make your brain go)
Do what you do, swag how you swag, move how you move
We ain't on shit if you ain't on shit
But if you on shit then we on shit
Stick and I move, slide, uh
Bro put that bitch in rewind, hit 'em up
Then we put that bitch back in drive (back in drive)
Bro serve his slices, no pies (no pies)
'Cause I'm not your slatt not your slime (at all)
Young savage, I'm reppin' the .9 (the .9), uh
You cannot step with the guys (with the guys)
Try to step, leave yo' ass in the sky (in the sky)
I like to flex when I'm fried (I'm fried)
Try to flex and your ass gon' get robbed (get robbed)
Keep a strap, I ain't ready to die
Neva's lack, I'ma let that bitch fly (fly)
And he talks like that man gonna ride (ride)
And I know for a fact that he not (he not)
And I know for a fact that he lied (he lied)
Just know for a fact, I'm gon' slide (slide)
Gang, uh
Red dot (red dot)
I hit that hoe in a headlock (headlock)
I fucked that bitch, make the bed rock (make the bed rock)
Bitch, I'm big dog but no sandlot (uh)
Bro shoot when I give 'em the head nod
Put that lil' boy to rest like it's bedtime
Hit his foot, let's play ball, Red Sox
Send her home, tell that bitch to kick big rocks
Uh, uh, chosted (chosted)
High off the gas, I'm still focused
Skinny nigga, big guns I be totin' (grrah)
Try to run up, just know I'ma throw it
Put my clip in her mouth, and she blows it (she blows)
Like a candle I swear she be throatin' (she throatin')
Gang high off the pack and we roastin' (we roastin)
He wants smoke, I told Gotti to ghost him
Gang, uh
Cookin', she on dick 'cause she says I'm good lookin' (I'm good lookin')
And it cost like 10 racks for the bookin' (bookin')
If you don't want no smoke, then don't push it (don't push it)
If you don't want no smoke, then don't push it (then don't push it)
If you don't want no smoke, then don't push it (then don't push it)
Gang, gang, gang, uh
If you don't want no smoke, then don't push it
Stick and I move, slide, uh
Bro put that bitch in rewind, hit 'em up
Then we put that bitch back in drive (back in drive)
Bro serve his slices, no pies (no pies)
'Cause I'm not your slatt nor your slime (at all)
Young savage, I'm reppin' the .9 (the .9), uh
You cannot step with the guys (with the guys)
Try to step, leave yo' ass in the sky (in the sky)
I like to flex when I'm fried (I'm fried)
Try to flex and your ass gon' get robbed (get robbed)
Keep a strap, I ain't ready to die (ah-ah)
Neva's lack, I'ma let that bitch fly (boom, boom)
And he talks like that man gonna ride (ride) (uh-huh)
And I know for a fact that he not (he not) (ah-ah)
And I know for a fact that he lied (he lied) (what?)
Just know for a fact, I'm gon' slide (slide) (boom, boom, Von)
Gang, uh
Dead opps, all my bodies be headshots (boom)
You droppin' names in the tweets, got the feds hot (what?)
You actin' tough, wanna tweak? See these red dots (yeah)
My hollows be twistin' up, dreadlocks (yeah, yeah)
Caught that boy right by that bus, this his last stop (huh? What?)
Play gangsta' but come into court, now I'm fed up (damn)
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo, pick your man's up (gang)
Boy, I'm not your gang or your homie (nah)
I did too much, I keep it on me (I keep it on me)
Catch me in the ward, I still be with Tony
He was fat, he got hit, and now that nigga boney (boom, boom) (damn)
I don't get stuck in no jams (nah)
I'm a savage, I am what I am (I am)
Kill some niggas, I do it again (I what?)
Just be happy that you was not them
Boom, Von
Stick and I move, slide, uh
Bro put that bitch in rewind, hit 'em up
Then we put that bitch back in drive (back in drive)
Bro serve his slices, no pies (no pies)
'Cause I'm not your slatt not your slime (at all)
Young savage, I'm reppin' the .9 (the .9), uh
You cannot step with the guys (with the guys)
Try to step, leave yo' ass in the sky (in the sky)
I like to flex when I'm fried (I'm fried)
Try to flex and your ass gon' get robbed (get robbed)
Keep a strap, I ain't ready to die (let's go)
Neva's lack, I'ma let that bitch fly (fly)
And he talks like that man gonna ride (ride)
And I know for a fact that he not (he not)
And I know for a fact that he lied (he lied)
Just know for a fact, I'm gon' slide (slide)
Gang, uh (uh)

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Submitted by SN7889 on January 13, 2022